Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Kayak,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.